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Time had halted her weary wanderings,
The moment Death took two people from life,
As she does for all, from paupers to kings.
Time's idea of mischief was causing strife.

Her new plaything, a grieving girl saddened
By the brief spark of life that had dimmed, died
With those two she held dear, love without end.
The girl knew she would lament them, she cried.

She knew loss, she knew pain, and so she shed
The bitterest tears, her heart was broken.
Alone, she would privately mourn the dead.
To others, her grief hidden, unspoken.

Time's plaything she remained, just a cheap thrill,
The world forgot the two, she never will.
©2007-2009 ~afraid-to-fly
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A sonnet I wrote on August 4th, 2007, when I was feeling particularly miserable. I think it turned out rather well though.

RIP Mum and Dad, December 10th 2006.

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wow that's beautiful great work, i wrote a poem for u a while ago i might post it soon, but its in my room at uni. I don't know if u'll like it. love this poem though :)

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Just an excuse to use the cool dA hugs really...but that really was an impressive poem. Nice work kiddo, reminds me why I used to like writing poetry.

Rhyming patterns, you didn't get slack with them, awesome, go Jess!
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